Um well warnings for this chapter. It's a lot more expliciit in terms of exploring the abuse Inko suffered that I've refrenced in my earlier chapter. I fianlly managed to finish this. Also I don't want to make this story a masturbatory Katsuki torture fic. I see the boy as a symptom of society's problems. Problems that perhaps will not be neatly resolved by the end of this story. If you see issuses with the story, dont hesistate to tell me. Can't say I'd agree with it, but I would hear it out. This story is far from perfect. This chapter is particukary bad.

15 years ago

Inko was sitting on her futon, reading her history textbook with All might level intensity. Tomorrow was her history final, and she could not blow it. She was tittering at an 85 in the class, and this final was worth fifteen percent of her grade. If she failed it, then her chances of getting in to Kyoto University would plummet. Meaning Tonight would be nothing but studying. Nothing would get in her way. She grasped the neclace Mitisuki-chan gave her for their three year anniversary as friends. Mitsuki-chan said celebrating it was totally needed. She felt so embarrased when Mitsuki gave it to her. But really touched. Inko would not let Mitsuki down tonight.

"Girl, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Hearing that voice made Inko's confidence flee quicker than common pickpockets flee at the sight of All might. When she looked up from her book and saw the skinny green-haired woman that she was forced to call her mother at her bedroom door. She was holding a wine bottle and sporting a black eye. Inko tried forcing herself to smile. Inko prayed to the great dead superheroes of old that it looked genuine. "I'm just studying for my finals before I get some shut-eye."

Her mom snorted. "Put that stack of dead trees down." she held up the wine bottle in her right hand. "I'm angry, so we're going to drink tonight." She looked at Inko like wolf might eye a wounded baby deer. "and maybe if you're lucky, we could play a little."

Inko didn't want to play. She never wanted to play. She just wanted to study for her test. If she failed, she'd never been able to get to Kyoto University with Mitsuki-Chan. She knew protesting was pointless. Crying for her mother to stop didn't work when she was 7 when the playing began. Her mother just told Inko to stop whining and that Inko secretly liked what was happening. Often time her mother beat Inko for not acting thankful enough for whaty was happening to her. Once the woman got so mad she got a pack of cigarettes and burned every cancer-stick on Inko's righy inner thigh; that event happened on Inko's eighth birthday. Her mother said Inko should have been extra joyful to play on the day she gave Inko life. Inko often wished she hadnt been given a life at all. Nonetheless Inko learned to go along with the playing. To kiss back when kissed, to say, she liked the playing(she never did), and tell her mother that Inko was lucky to have such a caring mother.

If this were any other night, Inko would quietly accept what her mother wanted to do. But, Mitsuki-Chan needed her to pass that history final.

Inko bit her lip and prayed to the great heroes old that she'd be able finally to say something that would make her mother lose interest for the moment. "I really should study right now, mom. It'd be a real shame for the money for the tuition to go to waste." As soon as she said it, she realized she had made a profoundly stupid argument. Inko may as well have told All Might not catch a thief who was stealing money to buy drugs for children. Her parents did not care about Inko's higher education. Inko was paying for her high school herself with the job gave her at the woman's bakery. In addition to the money, always made Inko take a treat to eat at the end of a shift. She gained ten pounds since working for the red-eyed woman. She owed the Bakugos everything.

Her mother rolled her eyes and strolled over to Inko's side and sat down. She then promptly took the textbook right out of Inko's hands and tossed it across the room. "All might's Gold cock, I don't get why you're wasting time with school. You're pretty enough to make good money stripping or hooking. I mean, you're not beautiful like I was when I started, and you're older than I was so you'll probably get less money I got when I started." She reached down and traced some circles on Inko's stomach with a bony finger. "Fuck, you're even getting a little fat. But you're still good enough for a little bit of fun. I'd pay for you if you weren't already mine." Inko said nothing. She hated herself for saying nothing.

Her mother continued

"People like us aren't meant for school. I never went beyond Middle school, and I turned out fine, didn't I?

Her mother glared at Inko as if daring her to object. Inko frantically nodded and put up her hand. "Of course, you're great! I just like school. I know I'm never going to be very good at it." Inko had a S straight average. But it was never good to contradict her mother," but it's fun to be around Mitsuki-Chan!"

Her mother grunted at that. "Now that's understandable. I see that necklace. Guessing that's a present from the blonde brat. Just don't grow too attached. She'll grow bored of you the second she finds a better, stupider, poorer kid, looking to follow her around and kiss her ass like she was All might with a vag.

Inko knew her mother was wrong. Sakura Midoriya was a hateful woman who could only see the worst in people. The worst in the world. Mitsuki loved Inko. They were real friends.

Her mother took a gulp of the wine bottle. She frowned at Inko. "So ain't you going to ask me why I'm angry? I mean, your mother tells you that something is bothering her, and you don't even try to find find out what'?" Inko was jolted by the chastisement. "I'm sorry, mom, what's wrong?"

Her mother took another drink before responding. "Job stiffed me 30,000 yen. Rat-headed fucker punched me straight in the eye, and took the money right out of my purse, after our Fuck. That's why you can't trust muties. Inhuman bastards cant be trsuted. Your old man was supposed to be right outside, but he had to spend his days lazing about a bar while I'm putting my ass on the like to support this family." She took another swig. "When we got together, he promised me he'd protect me. Fucking liar."

Her mother smiled and pressed the bottle to Inko.

Her mother looked at her expectantly, with a small smirk on her face. "Can we please not play tonight?"

The older green-haired woman's smile fell, and she rolled her eyes."I thought you were done pretending you didn't love our playtime. Inko. I'll admit it was a little sexy at first when you were younger, but you're too old for this act. I mean All might's golden cock, you're fourteen. Stop acting like a baby." she sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose."Do I really need to get a pack?"

Inko panicked and started to tear up" N-no. I promise I'll be good. I love our playtimes. I love you." to punctuate her regret, Inko took a big gulp of the wine. It tasted like cherries. She hated herself for liking it.

"I know you love your mommy." Her mother leaned towards Inko and whispered in Inko's ear. "I just want you to show me. "

Inko did not study much that that night. She moaned when her mother wanted her mother wanted to moan, kissed back her mother passionately when she was kissed, and whispered in her mother's ear on how she was lucky to have such a caring mother. She hated herself more than usual. This was the night she'd promised to make her friend proud. Inko failed. She feared she'd always fail. She wasnt a real friend.

Present

Jin listened to Midoriya-san's go into further detail about the circumstances surrounding her son's injuries. He was disappointed to say he was not surprised about a lot of it.

Schools overlooking or even covering up abominable actions by some of their more talented students is pretty standard. Its always In hopes that the child would be accepted into one of the Hero, high schools are pretty standard. He would never excuse such conduct, but he could see the rational. Japan does not give proper funding to public education. Having a superhero Alumni in their portfolio could lead to school getting an edge over its peers. The results of such negligence in regards to the school of Midoriya-san's son is tragic, ultimately not surprising. The suicide rate for Aquirked children was ten times the rate of their Quirked peers largely because of the type of social isolation, and discrimination they suffered. Jin did want to help this woman. Midoriya-san has lodged formal complaints about her's treatment before; her complaints have been chiefly ignored. That in itself justifies seeking more stringent legal action on Midoriya-san's part and demonstrates that suing the school was the last resort. But He also did not want to mislead her.

"Midoriya-san, I could tell you that I believe that if you hire me on, you'll be guaranteed to get proper compensation from the school that has failed to protect your son. Many people in my profession would. Some would believe what they're saying. Some honestly would not. I will not tell you that you will get nothing."There's a reasonably high chance you and your son will get nothing. I do not say this because I desire to hurt you. I sympathize with your plight. I say this, so you are well-informed before you hire me on. Society sees Aquirked individuals as abominations. Freaks. It is hard enough for when typical citizens try to seek justice. Japan's system is geared towards discouraging any law-suits. You'll have to pay two percent of what you'd seeking to the courts before what you'd be seeking. My firm could meet you half-way on that should you hire us. Our rates are not extreme, but we do not have the luxury to work on The case for free. If you take us on, all I could guarantee you is that I and my firm would do our utmost best to get you the settlement possible."

He expected Midoriya-san to be dejected at the news. She was stuttering, nervous mess when she entered his office. He was prepared to console her at the sight of tears. He was surprised to see a small smile forming on her lips

"Abe-san said you'd say something like this. I hoped she was right."

The woman took a deep sigh, "I've been lied to a lot in my life on so many things — people who I loved who've offered me false hope. I had lied to my mother when she said that she loved me. I was lied to by my best friend when she said she'd fix her son. I was occupied by my boy's father when he said he'd be there for us. I have no delusions about becoming wealthy. But, if there is a chance that this could make the school more hesitant in the future to be so negligent." Midoriya-san clenched her hands," I-I want to to take it!"

Jin stared at the small pudgy woman and started and gave a small smile. "That's a pretty good response, Midoriya-san."

Jin took one of the retainer contracts and pressed it to her. "This is a pretty standard retainer contract for potential clients. Go home, read it carefully, actually research how it compares to other lawyers. I do not sign on with people who are not as well informed as possible."

Midoriya-san grabbed one of the pens on Jin's table and signed it right away.

Jin frowned, "You shouldn't have_" Inko held up a finger. "Please Jin-san, I did not come to you without comparing your rates to those of other lawyers. I could afford them."

Jin shrugged. "Very well Midorya-san. I'm glad to be in your service.

Arai was walking towards the Midoriya household with one goal in mind; beating the shit out of Midoriya Izuku for missing three weeks of meetings in a row with no explanation given to his friends. He also never showed up to her Dojo, which made her look slightly less Uber-Awesome. If he couldn't make it because he was forced by someone or something not to, she'd beat that thing twice as hard for being a dick to her friend. She tried asking Abe about the green haired tyke's absence, but the woman just sputtered off some nonsense about how it wasn't her place to say. Arai decided to be civil and wait for her friend to show up on his own accord. But, the green-haired little mouse never did. Arai was not an idiot. There were many bad things that could happen to a quirkless kid. Izuku liked the group. He sounded excited about joining her Dojo. If nothing else, if something terrible happened to him, she should be there! If he were a flakey little prick, she'd beat his ass so hard he'd have a reason to miss the group. She walked up the stairs to the Midoriya's apartment, going over what she needed to say. Upon seeing a familiar-looking orange-haired figure about to knock on the door. She frowned. "Nakamura, what the fuck do you think you're doing here?"

The orange-haired tyke turned around and sure enough. "Oh, it's you." he gave a grin. "I'm guessing you're here to check up on Midoriya too. I had a similar idea, but it was a lot better since it involved me and didn't include you."

Arai sighed, "Aint got no idea how you've been holding the delusion that anything that includes you doesn't make it a bazillion times worse. How did you even find this place? You stalking Izu-chan you little creep?"

His ugly beady rolled little eyes and held up a finger. "First of all, bazillion isn't a word you uncultured swine, secondly I am of a perfectly average height for my age and sex. I'm also taller than you by a half a meter."

He held up another finger.

"Thirdly, I've hung around Midoriya's place a bunch of times has a pretty good mind to bounce ideas off of. Most of the time, you were there. Most of the time, we've come together."

Arai tapped her chin as if deep in thought. "That doesn't sound right, Naka-baka. I mean, why would cool people like Izuku and me hang out with a humongous loser like you?"

Nakamura sighed, "Because we're friends. And despite this really stupid little act of amnesia that you feel disposed to do sometimes, I know you love me. Why else wouldn't have caved in my beautiful head with your beastly strength."

Arai shrugged. "Don't wanna get my hands stunk up with your blood. "

Nakamura chuckled then frowned. "So how do you want to handle this."

Arai didn't take long to formulate a response. "Kick the door, storm in like badasses, and whip Izu-chan's little ass for ignoring us. If he's been ignoring us because he's in trouble, utterly destroy the thing that's been troubling him."

Nakamura nodded "Great, we'll do the opposite of that. "

Arai scoffed, "Then why did you ask?"

"Just being polite."

"Well fuck you very much."

She proceeded to give the door a hard knock.

Upon seeing Izuku's slightly scarred and bruised up face, she quickly realized that her way was the right one. She and Nakamura said nothing. Izuku just stared at them.

She decided to break the silence, "Izu-chan, could we come in? And if you could, please tell me what or who did this to you so I could find it And kill it in the worst way my wicked little mind could come up with."

Izuku was quick to reply, "You don't need to hurt anyone Shinto-san and I-I don't think guys should be around me."

"Izu-chan, we're your friends. Call me, Arai. Me and the annoying orange over here were, gettin concerned about you, so we just stopped by to see how our favorite green-haired little guy is doin. Could you tell us what's been going on? Please?"

Izuku looked towards his feet and started tearing up. "I-I'm a lousy friend. I ruined Kachaan's dreams! I'll hurt you; I just know it."

Arai had to bite her tongue in an effort not to scream with rage. She should have figured that the bully had something to do with this. "Izu-chan, if the guy is responsible for this, he deserved whatever you did to him, the bastard deserved it."

Izuku started shaking, "You don't understand. I broke his phone. I deserve this. Kachaan doesn't deserve to lose his chance at being a hero. He worked so hard for his dream." from there, the boy went into a ramble, a lot of it consisting of calling himself Deku. She put one hand on his shoulder and gently turned his head up to meet her eyes. "Izuku, please take some super awesome deep breaths with me." she held her breath. Izuku thankfully followed her lead. They repeated this cycle for about a half a minute. "Are you cool now, my little dude?" Izuku nodded his head weakly. She smiled. "Is it ok if I give you a hug? I smell extra great since I just took my shower for the week."

She wrapped around her arms around the small boy, and whispered softly," Midoriya Izuku, you are our friend. Ain't anything gonna change that." she let him go and showe him the biggest smile she could muster.

"Izuku, why exactly is this Kachaan, your friend?"

Arai threw a glare his way. She clenched her teeth. But nonetheless stayed silence, guessing where he was going. It was a conversation they'd need to have eventually, but she still wanted Izuku to cool down a little bit more.

"I've known him all my life. We used to play a lot together when we were little." the boy responed

Nakamura frowned. "There are no kids you've known nearly as long? No kids you played with"

Izuku stuttered out," W-well, there were a few."

Nakamura continued, "What things besides admiring the Hero profession-which most people in our society- do you have in common?"

Izuku said nothing.

Nakamura continued, "Does Kachaan actually like you? Has he ever done anything nice for you? Because if not, I'm sorry to say, I don't think you guys are friends. From what you've told us-people I'd like to think are befitting the title of your friends-I think you simply admire this fellow for his potential-from what I gather his potential in concern of intellect and athleticism-and you've confused your admiration for this fellow with actual friendship."

"Kachaan is my friend!"

Nakamura, "No, you're his admirer." he pointed to Arai and himself. "Me and the little freak here are your friends. We don't just admire you. We like you. You, I hope, like us. Or, at the very least, me. We are pleasant to you. You've been plenty kind to us. Our relationships are one of mutual respect. Am I wrong in my description of the parameters of our relationship?"

The little guy fiddled with his fingers and whispered his answer," No, you guys are great."

Nakamura put a hand on Izuku's shoulder, "For those reasons we are friends. Now, could you please come to our next group meet? Also, pay a visit to Arai's crummy dojo so she could stop complaining that she can't make as she puts it "as totally kickass awesome" as she supposedly is?"

Izuku nodded, "I-I'm sorry for worrying guys. I don't agree with you about Kachaan. But I'm sorry for worrying you."

Nakamura shrugged his shoulders, "Izuku, I'm glad to see you're alive. I think you should come by group because I believe it could help you and I think you could help others in i."

Arai gave another big hug to Izuku,

"Let's go inside, Naka-baka will bounce some weird political mumbo-jumbo off you, and I'll steal some food from your fridge and maybe fix you boys a snack. Don't sound peachy?"

Izuku meekly nodded.

"Knew you'd think so Izu-chan. Because you're awesome. Almost as awesome as me. That's why you're my friend."